Perhaps Adonis was a bit naive. No, indeed he was, and the thought of consumption of another outside of prey was not an option. In his mind in this moment, they were already one, right here, right now, and the virginal man did not feel a need or desire to go further, because what else could be better than this? Not until she speaks again does it hit him, and if his cheeks could show a flush of bright red, they certainly would look sunburnt.
If it were not for the effects of the flame, distorting time and mind, then he would have addressed her words in that moment. He was gathering his courage to do so when she addressed his desire to weave their story within the stars themselves, and this lead to be a distraction with his mouth, at times, unable to form words in a quick manner.
Euphemia got her quickness back in what seemed to be second, popping back with great glee and excitement. He almost falls backwards, his body a strange feeling thing right now, but he could not hold back his own excitement as she proclaims she cannot wait. She moves quickly, and the burly man attempted to move his paws and they…they felt so much heavier than normal. Like honey was stuck to them and he going to be bound to the ground in sweetness.
Yet he persevered, he must go with Euphemia! With an unsteady gait, he goes forth with her, only for her to come back and bump their forehead together. He felt overwhelmed, but the BEST type of overwhelmed.
”Yes, let us lift our voices as one, to the stars, the ocean, the trees…and to all who would listen!” he proclaims, eyes beaming up at the sky that was…not yet studded with stars. The golden glow of Euphemia seemed to engulf the whole area, the grass, the trees…the sky itself! He opened his mouth in awe.
”Your beauty, your glow…you have illuminated the sky itself!” he exclaimed, tail zipping behind him. He moved forward then, black paws on cold earth, but not noticing the cold in the slightest. In fact, he could not feel his paws at all…but he cared not! The ecstasy of the moment clouded all judgement.
”Euphemia, dear one, guide this one where your path calls…be it mountain peak or shadowed crevasse…this one will follow!” he begs, molten eyes keen on her right now, completely enamoured and ready for whatever is next.
